Friday Night Swims

I decided to be a crazy parent again and tackle the feat of taking all three children swimming at the indoor pool without assistance. Why I do this to myself I don't know. I like to attempt to be a supermom? Perhaps. But, let's not psychoanalyze me.

The evening was really successful. After school, we packed our swim bag and headed to the gym. Inwe remembered how to swim immediately and was duck diving for the toy she brought in a short time. Her biggest fear was leaving the pool to get a pair of goggles from the bucket near the male lifeguards. Her three year old sister went for her. (This so reminds me of what my sister would do when we were younger. I was dispatched on many errands for my sister.)

Larien was wearing the float filled watermelon suit that I bought two years ago for Inwe. With the confidence of the suit, she puts her head in the water and attempts to swim the crawl. Once she was tired of that she resorted to her favorite pool past time--big jumps into the water. Normally, this isn't a problem, but there were many other moms in this warm pool with their children. She did well. No one informed me that she landed on top of their child. And, surely, a parent would say something to me if she had done that. Right?

Why wouldn't I know if Larien had jumped on top of someone? Because I was holding the behemoth of a 16 month old known as Finwe. He wanted to throw a toy and reach for it. He wanted me to go up and down. He insisted on doing his own version of a jump into the pool by sitting on the edge and falling into my arms. When he spied Inwe and Larien holding onto swim noodles, he pointed emphatically to the ones on the side of the pool. Somehow he hung onto one of those for quite some time.

We were only in the pool for 50 minutes. I was meeting Phill at 6pm to get my own exercise while the children had a pre-dinner in the kidzone at the gym. By the time I had all the kids dressed and moderately dried while talking to another woman, I was exhausted and could have cared less about lifting weights and doing cardiac exercise.

C'mon! I had already lifted a 28 pound weight numerous times while simultaneously searched for my other two in a low state of panic. The next trip will be better.

We finished the night with dinner at a Mexican restaurant. Finwe crashed as soon as he realized he was home. Inwe passed out on the couch with Phill, who was dealing with the effects of a super sized margarita.

I had to beg Larien to go to bed. When I wouldn't sleep with her, she complained, "I'm going to miss my big person. I always miss my big person."

If I wasn't still so wigged out about lice, I probably would have let the dog's bladder burst and fallen asleep right then. However, White Dragon is one of my children, too. She needed some love.